This is a song about "Rock rhythm"

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Their symptoms sound like sizzling rhythm

I pray the lord my guns to keep

You aint illest,ya rhythm is weak

I hit your block and we can box for fun

You won't see tims and huns bouncing to one rhythm

All the girls really want is fun

You've got no rhythm,

I got rhythm and flow and the syncopation

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

With the rhythm and beats

Get blown like lawn leaves

My words are my rhythm

But where i'm from